Xiao Yang's expression did not change under the crushing pressure bearing down on him.
He simply gazed up at the enormous face in the sky.
He knew it had to be the Nine Nether Master.
Even if the natives nearby looked toward the Blood Sea, they would see nothing unusual. Only Xiao Yang could see it.
The Nine Nether Master's cold, furious gaze did nothing to change Xiao Yang's expression.
He already had the Blood Sea water, and this Tianxu Avatar carried nothing of his own.
Even if the Heavenly Void Clone died, Xiao Yang would not care.
"You, a King-level Immortal of the Tark, dare to trespass in my Nine Nether Sea?"
"And you even dared to steal water from my Blood Sea!"
"What punishment do you deserve?!"
The Nine Nether Master's giant face let out a furious roar.
Terrifying pressure surged toward Xiao Yang.
The weight of the entire space-time bore down on him, making his knees buckle against his will.
But Xiao Yang would not kneel so easily.
He said calmly,
"I need the Blood Sea water. I'll trade a treasure for it."
With a thought, Xiao Yang summoned a soul-type Supreme Treasure into his hand.
A soul-type Supreme Treasure was nothing much to Xiao Yang.
The same was true for the Nine Nether Master.
But compared with that small amount of Blood Sea water, the soul-type Supreme Treasure was worth a great deal.
At the sight of it, some of the anger faded from the Nine Nether Master's eyes.
Instead, he looked at Xiao Yang with a hint of curiosity.
"Who are you, exactly?"
"Are you trying to nurture a Nether Sea Clone?"
"No. You're already a King-level Immortal. How could you nurture another clone?"
"Has the Tark produced a World Lord-level genius with the Cloning